Blacksheep

Black sheep The black sheep I certainly am. Should I weep or be proud? My half family… You are nothing like me. You think you had the power To destroy my being. But, you were wrong. I will not live with your blanket of lies. I have my own, comforting truth. I understand this is a threat to you all. But I am not a wild animal seething at your door. I am human and will not live any other way. I have let you go and prayed you will be helped. In ways I couldn’t do, for you I couldn’t reach. Through these years of torment, long hours of pain I accept what I see in the mirror. The black sheep to you, staring back at me. Heidi Sands.